Cannons

Lyrics

[Intro: Mac Dre] Yeah, yeah, I'm feeling real, you know, thuggish right now Smashing fools way out here in Sebastopol Yeah, Smoov-E, know you got the heat Cannon — I know you got your cannon, homie Yeah, Reek Daddy, I know you got your cannon, homie Check this out [Verse 1: Mac Dre] I'm not your average neezy; I'm a pimped-out savage, beezy Representer of the Crest streets, test Reek Bet he get dumb with them big guns Let's flip the script, finna spit the shit Make niggas trip and them bitches strip Mac Driggedy, yo' niggedy Kick it in the V, look at me, I'm feeling free No parole, I could choke a hoe Get some mail, make bail and ain't gon' let me go Please believe it, when she retrieve it I'ma take it, break it, 'cause she don't need it I'm a Mac, dog, I don't act hard We can go toe-to-toe in the backyard Can't you see I'm a G from the V-A-double L-E-J-O More trees, gettin' cheese from a breezy Take it easy, you hoe [Chorus: Mac Dre] Cut it, stuff it, roll it, smoke it A Chev' ain't shit if a nigga can't yolk it Romper Room crew, Smoov-E too Bitch don't trip off the things we do [Verse 2: Smoov-E] Stoned like Sly, selling D like Stack Multiple shanks just like Iraq Like Dre say, "It's all on a beezy" Kick back off in the studio on a bleezy Girl, don't offer, I just might take one Keep her friends close 'cause I just might break one Then touch my D, my D's too heavy Get black roses, at bed with the lead Reek Daddy, oh so savvy Hoes gettin' grabby, whip it like a Caddy Cottonmouth is what I do It's that hash havin' potna from Sebastopol Rule, Number 1: drink your drank until you're numb Rule, Number 2: smoke all the weed and always fuck something new I like my big green like Bruce Banner The one that lives in the cuts with a hand cannon Had the blunt in the rug, a hoe in the tub And left a fingerprint in her purse, and I show no love [Chorus: Mac Dre] Cut it, stuff it, roll it, smoke it A Chev' ain't shit if a nigga can't yolk it Romper Room crew, Smoov-E too Bitch don't trip off the things we do Cut it, stuff it, roll it, smoke it A Chev' ain't shit if a nigga can't yolk it Romper Room crew, Smoov-E too Bitch don't trip off the things we do Cut it, stuff it, roll it, smoke it A Chev' ain't shit if a nigga can't yolk it Romper Room crew, Smoov-E too Bitch don't trip off the things we do